Threads of silver
The sky burned in silver tonight… thin shiny threads were hung in the air by caring hands. The clouds marked with silver linings even in the darkest night. Sometimes it’s hard to see through all that darkness, but if you look carefully, look patiently, you’ll always see the strands of silver. The silver linings are always there.
It’s not a miracle. Each day is a golden opportunity to achieve greatness. Each passing day we are alive, is a chance to grow. It might be tiny steps made in the small hours, when the darkness seems impenetrable, but look above! Look patiently. The sky burns for you in silver tonight. Those silver linings are laid across the dark abyss for you to find your way. You are never lost.
Now for some new pieces of flash fiction and poetry I wrote this week.
Peonies
It was those damn peonies again! What else could it be? Nothing else could keep them together. The terrible fight yesterday was the last straw. He slept on the couch. She didn’t sleep at all, tossing and turning all night. It was clearly over! They had nothing in common. The love had obviously died. Nothing but grey ashes left from the bright flame their love once was. Clearly, they couldn’t be together. Divorce laid ahead like a dark wall, separating them but nothing else could be done. Until she woke up to a bunch of peonies. Powder-pink, luscious, intoxicating flowers on her pillow. Fresh and fragrant, just like on their wedding day. His cheeky smile glared behind the flowers. Come here! She pulled him closer. Divorce could wait. Peonies had won.
Into the ground (horror poem)
I plant myself into the ground.
You might think I’m lost, but I’m not.
I’ve found my peace. Away from
The loud nothingness. Here, in the ground.
The roots tangling around
My limbs. I am revived
By the warm embrace of the earth.
I feel no thirst, nothing can hurt
My tired eyes. Have no fear.
I’ll rise once again from the ground.
A new form of life, strong and alive.
I will come for you. In the earth you
Can hide. Plant yourself into the ground…
Special thanks to
for providing the first line of this poem.***
Today, I will kill the rain.
Shoot the lonely hours
Dead. I’ll face the
Heavy drops of lead,
Each shot goes straight
To my head. It’s easier
To fall into a puddle
Of mud and play dead.
I refuse to hear what
You said. Take it back.
Or shoot me instead.
Reflection
He stared down. Even the dirtiest puddle reflected the clear blue sky. Life hadn’t been kind to him, the reflection showed it clearly. He closed his eyes and sighed. What good was there for him? He opened his eyes to another face in the reflection next to his. She smiled. Clearly life hadn’t been kind to her as well, but she smiled. The most beautiful face he had ever seen.
Now for some news. Apart from the usual nonsensical stuff, I have good news. My story “Moonrise” has been accepted to be published in a vampire story anthology, in the UK. Happy! But life goes on, and here’s what I’m sharing next week:
On Monday, July 15, I’m sharing the next chapter from my urban fantasy Cirque du Macabre 2: Cabaret Sauvage. Not much left to share.
On Thursday, July 18, I’m sharing the next flash fiction chapter from my romantasy To seduce a scribe. Four chapters left!
On Friday, July 19, I’m sharing the next installment from my Sci-fi flash fiction series The Gravediggers of Orpheus,
On Saturday, July 20, I’ll share chapter 3 from my dark fantasy novella The Lord of the Lake.
Sundays are the days I share my thoughts with you, lovely readers, and I say a huge Thank You to my Subscribers!
I might share an essay during the week, if I manage to write it. Or a surprise flash fiction. Inspiration happens.
Thank you again, for supporting me, whether as a reader, follower, subscriber, or a paid subscriber!
Love,
Kathrine 🩶
That one line inspired all of that?! Amazing!
That poem is brilliant!